Never Again...

Chapter 1

Gods, I swear this world's gotta have something out for our kind. Here I am, just lying around in a tiny glass container waiting for a some rich asshole to come along and pick me up. I'm a person with intelligence damn it, why can't they see that?! I'm not just some toy they can... nevermind... I don't even wanna think about those times.

Anyway, the name's Daniel, Daniel the human. To be completely honest, I have no clue how the world ended up the way it is. All I know is everything's like 50 times bigger than it was a couple hundred years ago, and now my kind is property.

You don't know what problems are until you've had to endure being a lesser being your whole life. These giants will do whatever the hell they want with you, and they'll get away with it, too! Because nobody gives a damn about how much a human is hurting, hell they don't even care if we die. To them, all that would mean is one less vermin on their Earth.

Enough about the shitty conditions of being a human, I should probably explain where the hell I even am. The human shop I'm at is pretty lackluster, nothing out of the ordinary here. The walls are lined with glass containers where different humans live for giants to ogle at and buy if they got the money. In the center of the store lies an open tank, the grab bin.

You see, when a human is caught trying to escape, or is deemed "not valuable," they get thrown into the grab bin. The grab bin is where giants can grab the humans and poke at them to their heart's content. And they can buy them for cheap, too. These are typically the humans thirty years and older, or with some kind of disability.

Then there are humans like me. I'm considered "valuable" so I get put on a shelf for a high price waiting for some rich jackass to come buy me. What actually makes a human valuable is beyond me, but if I were to take a guess I'd say looks and how entertaining they are to mess around with. Not like I'd get an answer if I asked, though.

The daily routine here is pretty standard, too. Either Clark or Elise comes in at 7:00 AM sharp to feed us and set up shop. If it's Clark, we're getting crappy "human food," but Elise brings donuts, making her a favorite among the humans.

Clark is a round, middle aged looking man, not sure how old he is exactly because he doesn't care enough to talk to "the merchandise." He does his job very lazily, and doesn't give a damn about the humans he's supposed to look after. He spends most of his shift behind the counter on his phone, occasionally selling a grab bin human or two, gods help their poor souls.

Then there's Elise. She's 23, with fair skin, golden hair, and a hell of a body. She considers us people, and is what she called a "humacracist." I guess in giant politics there are 2 parties, humacracists and supremacists. I don't know the specifics but from what I can tell, humacracists want more rights for humans, though they're a minority, and supremacists, the majority, want to keep giants as supreme and humans as lesser.

Elise does her job with gusto to say the least. She always makes sure our living spaces are clean, even the grab bin, and makes sure we have plenty to eat and drink. She even avoids giving us that nasty human food the giants are so keen on giving us, I'd never tried so much good shit in my life before I met her! She also keeps the poor bastards in the grab bin from getting tortured to hell and back by giants. Gods I can still hear the screams of that one guy some kid tore in half yesterday, and I can't get the image out of my head either.

Right now, it's 6:50, and I'm waiting to see who comes in today. I look over at the neighboring container and yell to see if Logan, one of my few friends, is up.

"YO! LOGAN! YOU UP?!" I yell. The glass is decently thick, so I can only hope he heard me.

I hear a faint voice from the container. "YEAH! I'M UP, DANIEL! WHO DO YOU THINK'S COMING IN TODAY?" Logan yells back.